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fontasticcrablettes · 5 years

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How I Use Scrivener

Wrote this up for a friend, figured I’d post here in case it helps anyone else!

If you haven’t heard of it, Scrivener is a writing program that’s great for organizing long works. It’s what I use to write anything that has more than one chapter. It has a tonne of features, and honestly I don’t even use half of them. This is how I use it to write though.

Ok, so this is basically what the interface looks like:

You write in the middle. Documents and files are stored in the left, and the window on the right is for toggling things within the scene, jotting down notes, and some other cool things. Lots of things. Let’s break this shit down:

First: how to just write shit without worrying about all the neat features. When you first start Scrivener, go to New Project and get a box like this:

This is showing you all the templates you can choose from. I have a personal template that’s set up for how I use it. I’ve never used the non-fiction or scriptwriting ones (Like I said, I haven’t used half the features this baby has). It doesn’t really matter which one you use because you can change it all later anyway. If you aren’t sure, just go for blank.

Select blank, type your project name and where to save it, and then click create. (Tip: The project will create an entire folder with sub-documents. I like to make a folder for each project, and then put the scrivener folder in that folder, because you can’t import images that are already in the scrivener folder.) You’ll get this screen:

You can just start writing here. I’ll show you how I organize it though.

I like to make one folder for each chapter. Then, each scene gets its own page. You can create a new folder by click on the arrow next to the big green plus sign.

If you just click on the plus sign, it will create a new document. You can also change folders to documents and vice versa by right-clicking on them later. Create a document for each scene - basically, anywhere you’d put a page break, create a new document. They line up in order in all your folders like this:

I name the folders with the chapter title. You can either name you individual scenes (i.e., “Yuri goes to the store”) or let it auto-generate a title from the first sentence of the scene. This is what I usually do. Or, if you write out of order, you could create place-holder scenes and title them with what generally will happen there once you write it.

The cool thing about this is that you can move these scenes around easily. If, for example, you decide to end a chapter earlier and want to move the last scene to the start of the next one, just click and drag it into position.

Click and drag and hover over another scene (rather than between them) to nest your document within another one. This lets you use documents as folders of their own. I usually use this for notes rather than the manuscript itself (like, one page outlining a city, and then sub-documents for neighbourhoods within it).

At any time while writing, your entire list of scenes and chapters is available at the side. Need to double-check what someone said five chapters ago? Easily find the exact scene you need to re-read by finding it in the list rather than scrolling up through thousands of words in one big document.

I like to colour-code my scenes my point of view. Yuri is black, Flynn is blue, Estelle is pink, etc. You can do this over on the right window, in this box:

When you open a blank project, the top box there won’t say Point of View. It just says Label and will have different coloured boxes. Click the arrow and then hit “Edit...” to get to this box

Change the title of the label and create custom colour labels here. You don’t have to use this for Point of View; it’s just what works best for me.

Then, to get the colour to show up in the binder (the right bar where all your folders are listed, hit F6. That will toggle the little doc icon being coloured. F5 will toggle the colour appearing over the entire title, like this:

The Status box is for giving docs stamps - things like “DONE” or “TO DO”. It’s mostly useful in the corkboard view.

The Document Notes box is where you can write things down that pertain to just that scene. I use it to jot down a list of information that needs to be delivered in a conversation, for example, or I stick sentences I’m moving around over there until I find a better place for them. Use the arrows at the far right side to switch to Project Notes, which is like that but for the entire project and will be the same in every document.

The index card at the top is where you can write a summary of the scene if you need a reminder, or if you haven’t written it yet.

The camera icon takes you to the snapshots. This is for if you’re going to make some edits but you aren’t 100% confident in them. Take a snapshot before you start and it will save the document as it is. At any time, you can go back and check your previous version of the document and use Roll Back to bring it back again. There’s a little folded corner icon on any document that has snapshots.

I never use the other tabs in the inspector here. I think they’re mostly for non-fiction writing (References, footnotes, meta data, etc). And hit the I at the top to toggle the inspector open or closed.

“Include in Compile” and related check boxes are for when you’re compiling everything into one document at the end. Don’t worry about this for fanfiction; I find it easier to just copy and paste from scrivener.

Moving on from writing, you can also keep all your research and reference notes within Scrivener so that they are easy to refer to while-writing. I put mine in the Research folder.

You can create documents to write things up just as you would in the Draft folder, or import image files, pdfs, even entire web pages.

Something I like to do is create a calendar. It makes it easier to keep track of the passage of time in long fics. Create a regular document, then insert a table with 7 columns and 4/5 rows. It can be as elaborate as you want. Right click on the document within the binder and go to “Change icon...” to make it stand out.

I usually don’t use the Characters or World folders for fanfic, but for original stories that’s where I put all my worldbuilding notes, character profiles, histories, etc.

These three buttons at the top control the mode you’re in. The place document is just writing mode. That’s the default. Then there’s Corkboard mode, which is how I often do outlining. Create a new folder outside of the Manuscrupt, label it “Outline” (and change the icon if you want), and then create a document for each point on your outline. If you’re in Corkboard view, creating a new document will create a new index card (which turns into a document if you go back to Editor view).

This is where those Status labels I mentioned earlier come in. I mark a thing Done on the outline to check it off. The cool thing about it is that all documents are automatically index cards. Here’s my draft showing all the folders as individual index cards:

If I move cards around on the corkboard, they automatically move around in the binder as well. So I could spread out my entire story, scene by scene, on index cards and stamp them with completeness, label the PoV character, and summaries of the contents, and then shuffle them around right here.

The last mode is Outline mode. I’m more of a visual person so I don’t use this as much. I just use it to show me how many words a chapter has because it’s the quickest way to get that info.

You can toggle what columns you want visible on this screen. Total Word Count isn’t there by default; you have to tell it to show that.

Other cool things:

The built-in Name Generator found under Tools

Go to Tools > Options to change the fonts, colours, sizes, appearances etc.

Press F11 (this button)

To enter fullscreen mode. You can change the appearance of this under Options but it lets you write in a customized fullscreen view to help concentration.

Press ctrl+shift+’ to enter split screen view. This lets you write in one window and have reference material (or another scene) open in another. ctrl+’ takes you back to one screen.

The last important thing is Typewriter scrolling. This makes it so that when you hit enter, the lines shift up and keep your writing centred on the page. You never hit the bottom of the screen, you never have to scroll up to re-centre yourself. It’s great. I only turn it off if I’m editing because then if you fix a type near the bottom of the page it snaps that to the middle and can be annoying. I always forget how to turn this on but here it is:

Honestly this is just an overview of the most important features to me. This program is huge. I’ve been using it for almost 10 years and I’m still discovering new things about it (maybe because I am a person who never reads manuals and just figures shit out as it comes up but shhhh). I love it a lot and feel free to ask me how to do a thing because I can’t write without it now.

#scrivener

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reddragdiva · 7 years

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White Feelings: 0-60 for Charlottesville

reprinted from http://www.erynnbrook.com/white-feelings-for-charlottesville/

contains actual clickable links for things to do instead of just sitting there feeling horrified

by Erynn Brook

Charlottesville is a fucking mess. So here it is: your 0-60 speed-run through your white feelings to get you on board… In no particular order.

Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening. It is. I’m sorry.

Oh my god, this is just so awful. It is.

I can’t believe this is real. It. Fucking. Is.

How did this happen? Because you haven’t been listening.

I’m not racist. Then fucking prove it.

I’ve tried to help in the past but I just feel so lost. This is because you’re thinking on an individual level. White people are a group and you are a part of that group.

There’s nothing I can do to help. Amplify. Speak out. Follow the voices on the ground. Denounce white supremacy.

I don’t know how to do that. Like this: “What’s happening in Charlottesville is because of us, white folks. It’s because we haven’t been accountable. It’s because we haven’t collected our own people. It’s because we haven’t faced our history and our complacency in this system. People are dying and I’m not standing for it anymore. Not in my name. Racism must be called out, named and abolished. White supremacy must be denounced. Nazis must be stopped.”

But what will people think of me? They’ll think you’re not quite as racist as the people with tiki torches but slightly more racist than the people getting run over by cars in counter-protest.

Oh my god, I feel so guilty. That’s because you’re thinking on an individual level. There isn’t time right now to educate you on all the systemic issues, but trust that this is not all your fault personally, but it is your fault if you personally don’t do anything.

I can’t get into a fight on the internet, I never know what to say. Then disable comments on your post and get on with your life. Or leave the comments on so you can weed out who’s a problem on your friends list.

I believe in peace. Then start acting like it. Peace does not happen by ignoring hatred and violence.

Why can’t we all just get along? Because people, including you, keep ignoring the problems and not addressing them directly.

I’m scared. You should be.

I just want life to go back to normal. Your normal was what led to this. Things cannot go back, I’m sorry that you’re uncomfortable now, but this is the reality that people of color have been living with forever. There is no normal.

I don’t want to say the wrong thing. Saying nothing is the wrong thing. You might mess up your wording, you might not be clear. But say something, say anything. Silence is violence.

How can we come together? I don’t know. I don’t think we can, and we can’t think about that right now. We can’t come together until we know who the sides are, and you standing in the middle isn’t helping.

I’m frozen. I’m helpless. No you’re not. You’re on the internet. Entire revolutions have been fought on the internet. Get connected and listen to what is being asked of you.

I’m praying for the people in Charlottesville. That’s nice. Ever hear the story of the man in the flood, sitting on his roof and praying for God to save him? Go google it, then do something after you’re done praying.

What do I tell my children? You tell them there are people in this world who hate other people for the color of their skin and you are not okay with that.

I’m shaking, I’m nauseous, what is going on? That’s probably anger. Get into it, it’ll help fuel you. It’s not evil, it’s a tool. Anger cannot be willed away, it is an outward emotion that requires action.

I feel like I’m just cycling through. That’s normal. That’s the spiral. You’ll go through guilt, shame, anger, relief, over and over again. That’s normal. None of these feelings are here for a moment then gone forever. And the longer you push them down the more intense they become and the less you learn about how to deal with them.

Maybe this will all just blow over. Maybe, maybe not. Be like the scouts and be prepared.

I feel really targeted with all this talk of white people. I know. You’ll get used to it. It won’t always paralyze you.

Something about Martin Luther King Jr. Shhhh. SHHHHHH. No.

I want to say something eloquent and intelligent. Use a thesaurus. Just say something.

This is so overwhelming. Focus. One thing at a time. Right now we want to help counter-protesters in Charlottesville. We’ll get to the big picture stuff later.

Okay, so what’s the first thing I can do? Denounce white supremacy publicly, on all your social media accounts.

What’s the second thing I can do? Donate here. https://fundly.com/solidarity-c-ville-7-8-anti-racist-legal-fund

What’s the third thing I can do? Donate here. Black Women Being will provide funds to individuals on the ground. https://www.safetypinbox.com/donate

What’s the fourth thing I can do? Donate here. Nice White Ladies has an emergency fund that is directly available to community organizers. https://www.nicewhiteladies.com/reparations

What’s the fifth thing I can do? Get on Twitter and Facebook and ask your friends to donate as well.

What’s the sixth thing I can do? Donate to BLM Charlottesville, they are on the ground. https://www.paypal.me/blmcville

What if I don’t have money? Get on Twitter and Facebook and start amplifying voices. Keep your feelings out of it, keep focused on taking action.

Oh god this whole thing makes me sick, I just want to hide. Don’t. This discomfort is normal. You can do something about it. You should not feel normal today.

Okay, what else can I do? If you feel like you need more education on anti-black racism, sign up for Safety Pin Box.

I feel so far away from everything. Contact your local Black Lives Matter chapter and follow them.

I just want to know how we can fix all this? We’ll get there, but we can’t give you the big picture right now because it’s not an easy fix. We need people like you doing smaller steps. This isn’t a linear path. There will be many things to do.

Who are you to tell me this? You can read through this blog to find out or go to Nice White Ladies to learn more about what I do.

I’m supposed to listen to the voices of people of color. Yes you are.

You’re white. Yes I am.

Why should I listen to you? Because you’re in your feelings and it’s my job to collect you and keep that emotional labor from people of color who are fighting on the front lines. The people being pepper-sprayed right now don’t have the time to talk you through your guilt.

White people doing anti-racism work are problematic. Yep, a lot of them are.

I went to an anti-racism workshop once and I think you’re doing this wrong. That’s cool, please go do it your way. We really just need more people standing up right now. I don’t care how you do it.

What’s the best course of action for allyship? This is not about giving you a sticker. Don’t try to be the best ally. Just be present, do something, do anything. If you’ve done nothing because you’re worried about being the best, then you’re a bigger problem than someone who’s trying but messing up.

What do I do when someone corrects me? Say “thank you” and apply the correction. It’s not about you, it’s about what’s working and what’s not.

I have so many thoughts and feelings about this. Please do not unpack them publicly. There are spaces for that.

I believe in non-violence. Non-violence is a privilege to those who are not being directly subjected to violence.

These alt-right people are all just basement dwellers and trolls. They’re not. They’re your friends and family. Your cousins. Your neighbours. They are everywhere and you need to make your position clear.

This is all Trump’s fault. These people didn’t materialize because of Trump. They’ve been empowered by him and his rhetoric. Do not waste time pointing fingers at Trump.

It feels unpatriotic to criticize free speech. What is the line between free speech and terrorism? Everyone must decide that for themselves, don’t just recycle someone else’s talking points without thinking it through.

My parent/sibling/partner/friend is one of these alt-right supporters, how do I bring them around? First, accept that you may not be able to. That doesn’t mean you can’t challenge them on it, it means you have to set boundaries for yourself. Decide what is acceptable and what is not, and don’t bend on your limits.

What can I do to protect myself? Enable two factor authentication on your social media. Also – start training. I suggest Krav Maga. Of course if you used to twirl batons back in the day, you’re halfway towards being Morgan from The Walking Dead. Because when it comes to your town, you’re going to stand up.

This could never happen in my town. Really? There’s another white supremacist rally planned for Seattle tomorrow.

I just want someone to tell me what to do. Scroll up, start over.

I’m really scared. Yeah. That’s normal.

This isn’t America. Actually, it is. If you imagine a different America then get out there and build it.

I’m angry about this. FUCKING GOOD.

No I mean really angry. That’s right! Get angry!

RAAHHHH! FUCK YOU NAZI SCUM! Yes! Go! Fly my pretties! Fly! FLY!

#dear anne tifa

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saibh29 · 7 years

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Survival 101: Tears (Part 7)

Pairing: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Death, Violence, Swearing, Angst....

AN: Hey my lovelies thanks so much for all the wonderful comments and messages on this series so far. This chapter was quite difficult to write, as it features some aspects of Season 1 that I wasn’t comfortable watching. I’ve had to split it into 2 because it was just to long to post in one go. One the plus side this means another post of Survival probably tomorrow. You can find the other parts here.....Survival 101 Master List

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You’d found the body just before dawn, drawn to the rapidly increasing in size graveyard to pay somewhat final respects to Atom.

At first you thought maybe Wells had just fallen asleep, then of course you’d gotten closer and your stomach had cramped in horror. There was a knife sticking from Wells carotid artery in much the way you’d stabbed Atom only hours before. Wells would have bled out in minutes, no way to stop a shot to the artery like that, once it was pierced death would be almost inevitable.

You leant over and gently closed his eyes. You had to tell the others, warn them that the grounders were becoming more aggressive and getting closer to the camp the group of 100 had constructed.

“Y/N? Y/N are you out here?”

“O! Stay up there” you shouted “go and fetch Bellamy and Clarke”

“What? Why”

You should have known her curiosity wouldn’t allow her to just do as you asked, instead her head popped over the rise, eyes widening.

“Oh my god. Y/N is he dead?”

“O go and get Bellamy” you repeated slowly. She was looking around nervously at the trees surrounding the grave yard. Almost as if she expected the grounders to jump from them screaming.

“What if they’re still here?” she asked “I can’t just leave you”

“Octavia” the use of her full name got her attention off of the trees and back onto you. “I need you to go and fetch Bellamy and Clarke. We have to sort this out. I’ll be fine”

She finally agreed scrambling back over the ledge and towards camp. You moved back towards Wells crouching down beside his body.

You couldn’t help but find your eyes moving to the knife in his neck. It took a minute of staring for you to realise what exactly it was that was bothering you about it. The handle of the knife had a yellow emergency symbol on it, similar to what was on the airlock doors of the dropship.

You leant forwards taking hold of the hilt pulling out the knife and spinning it around in your hands to stare at the symbol.

“Not possible” you whispered as you realised what exactly it was that you were seeing.

Footsteps and shouts were coming closer and getting up you pushed the knife into your pocket just in time for Bellamy to appear on the top of the ledge followed by Clarke and Finn.

Clarke was screaming falling beside Wells with Finn clasping a hand on her shoulder as you took a step back your body colliding with Bellamy behind you. He grabbed your upper arms to steady you, hands staying there as he too stared down at Wells body.

“You found him like this?”

You bobbed your head once “Someone stabbed him in the neck, he would have bled out in minutes”

“Grounders are coming closer to camp. We’ll have to increase the guard patrols”

This was your chance, tell him about the knife and the fact that somewhere in camp you had a murderer lurking. Clarke had gotten to her feet though and was coming towards you both, just like the moment was gone.

“We need to bury him” her voice cracked at the word bury, but she didn’t allow herself to cry or even to let sadness creep onto her face. “He deserves that”

“It’ll get done” Bellamy agreed still stood behind you.

Clarke’s eyes however were still on you. “He lied to me” she admitted “He let me believe that for all this time he had turned in my father”

“He didn’t?” Clarke shook her head and horror settled once more in your stomach. “Abby…she…Abby?”

Clarke nodded sharply once, plainly unwilling to talk about it. She allowed Finn to lead her away with an arm on her lower back.

“You can let go of me now Bellamy”

He did quickly almost jerking away as he realised he really had still been holding onto your arms. You turned to face him, the moment was back again and this time you used it, taking out the knife from your pocket.

“I don’t think a grounder killed Wells”

“What?”

“Look” you gave him the knife “see that yellow mark its part of an oxygen warning label stamped onto the dropship airlocks, and here” you pointed once more to the hilt of the knife.

“Fuck” Bellamy rubbed a hand over his face. “This killed him?”

“Well it was sticking out of his neck” you put the knife away again. “I didn’t think it was wide to advertise the fact that we had a murderer in camp”

“No… fuck, why does this keep getting so messed up?”

“Bellamy” you reached out and squeezed his forearm. “We need to do something about this, maybe not instantly but it will come out and we need to be ready”

“By doing what exactly?”

“I don’t know” sighing you mimicked his gesture of rubbing a hand over your face. “We need to tell Clarke”

“She’ll want to tell everyone” he warned.

You paused at that before finally just shrugging once more “Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing”

“No it would be fucking terrible” Bellamy sounded angry at even the suggestion of telling Clarke. “All that they’ve achieved so far, the wall, the patrols everything is done out of fear of the grounders. If we tell them that someone from camp murdered Wells we lose all of that. All that cohesion is replaced once more by suspicion.”

He was making sense you knew that. “Then what? We stay quiet?”

“For now, yeah” breaking eye contact he went back to looking at Wells. “Fetch me a shovel?”

“You’re going to bury him” he grunted “Yourself?”

“I’m going to bury him. Clarke was right about that at least, he deserves to not just be left here”

You couldn’t hide the shock that Bellamy was going to bury him on his own but went back to camp anyway grabbing shovels from the pile near the wall then heading back to the grave yard.

Bellamy stared at you in surprise this time when you kept a shovel to help him dig.

“What? You’re right ok. Both you and Clarke. He deserves a decent burial. He was my friend you know, for a long time on the Ark”

“I know. Everyone knew that you, Wells and Clarke were meant to be destined for great things”

“Meant to be” digging your shovel angrily into the ground you threw out great shovels of dirt. “I spent many nights at Wells apartment as a child. My father, he was always drunk. Not a nice man to be around. Wells, he used to let me camp out in his room. We thought we were being sneaky, trying to keep quiet all night but his father must have known and simply allowed it to keep happening”

“He sounds like a good friend”

“He was. Wells was loyal to a fault and always did the right thing”

“Yet he turned on you with a seeming second thought?”

You stopped digging, happy with the depth of the hole as Bellamy carefully put Wells body in the ground starting to cover him with the dugout soil once more.

“He was just doing what he thought was right. Protecting his family and Clarke from a so called murderer”

You both had finished the grave and discarding his shovel Bellamy walked over to you standing as close as it was possible to be without touching you.

“Then he was an idiot Y/N”

“What?”

“I’ve known you for only a few weeks and I could already swear before the gods that you didn’t murder anyone”

Fuck you’d had no idea how badly you had longed to hear someone say that to you. How much you had needed to know that someone at least believed you weren’t capable of the monstrous acts they’d accused you of. That coupled with the death of Atom and Wells along with everything else that had happened in the last few days pushed you over the edge.

You were crying real tears. Something you hadn’t done since the day you’d found your mothers lifeless body in your apartment.

Your whole body shuddered as you fell into Bellamy. His arms came around you holding you tightly as you clung desperately to the soft fabric of his shirt, bunching the material into your clenched fists.

“Shhhh, Y/N it’s alright. You’re alright”

You sobbed for a while longer barely registering the soft words he was whispering in your ear as he tried to soothe the tears away.

It took a few minutes but you finally got yourself back under control letting go of his shirt and raising your face out of his chest. He didn’t however unwrap his arms from around your waist.

“Thank you” your words were quiet “Plainly I needed that to come out”

“You don’t have to thank me Y/N”

Finally he let you go taking a step back as you wiped your eyes roughly with your sleeve, inwardly building your walls back up again. You deliberately focused entirely on the fresh mound of earth covering Wells body. Not looking at Bellamy and the danger in his eyes.

“You have until dusk Bellamy and then I’m showing this knife to Clarke. So whatever it is you’re planning on doing, do it fast”

You didn’t wait for an answer simply turned and walked away back towards camp, deliberately not looking back at him, scared almost of what you might see on his face.

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“Finn what is she doing?” your whispered questioned made Finn glance back over his shoulder at you. Leaning on the edge of the dropship door as Clarke allowed Monty to bend over her wristband with a tool that made it look ominously like they were trying to remove it.

“Punishing her mother apparently”

“She wants Abby to think she’s dead?”

“Wells…”

Sighing your hand unconsciously went to your own wristband, the number of your still wearing them was rapidly fading away. In fact apart from you and Finn the remaining number probably didn’t exceed more than 30.

“She’s being childish”

Finn predictable as ever jumped instantly to Clarkes defence. “She just found out that her mother got her father killed Y/N. Give her a break”

“Now is that reasoning coming from your brain Finn” your eyes moved purposefully down his body “or further down?”

He didn’t get a chance to answer as Clarke gasped as Monty squawked in excitement.

“Yes! I did it, it’s still operational”

Clarke came over to where you and Finn were stood, shrugging at your accusing gaze. “What? Monty needed a working wristband”

“And you need to punish Abby”

Clarke flinched, apparently unhappy with being reminded of her actual reasons for taking off the wristband. Fair enough she was hurting, you could understand that. However, the reasons for keeping on the wristband hadn’t changed. You needed the Ark to come to the ground and Clarke had just given the council one more reason to not.

“Look they’re running out of air and we need their help I get that. My mother thinking I’m dead is only temporary”

“Temporary?” snorting you shook your head at Clarke. “How many people have you just killed Clarke through a petty need for revenge on your mother?”

“None if I can help it” Monty piped in, you hadn’t even realised he’d still been listening. “Not if I can patch this thing through the dropship mainframe. If I can… we’ll be talking to The Ark by nightfall”

“See nothing to worry about” Clarke smiled stalking out of the ship.

“Keep an eye on her?” you asked Finn “she’s not exactly thinking straight”

Agreeing Finn left keeping up with Clarke as you moved over to Monty.

“Really think you can get that thing to talk to the Ark”

“Sure…” he trailed off staring at the wristband but managed a large smile as he looked back up at you. “Tonight Y/N, we can all talk to our families again”

You didn’t share is enthusiasm but appreciated the effort he was making. Leaving him to his work you went back out of the dropship staring out over camp.

Bellamy was right you thought watching as the kids milled around camp, moving materials for the wall from one place to the other, standing guard at the various points that weren’t completed and in general working together that wouldn’t still happen if they found out about the knife in your pocket.

On the other hand though the truth had a nasty way of always coming out and if it did come out that the murderer was in camp. Was one of them. If that came out and it brought with it the fact that you and Bellamy had both known about it then that presented another whole lot of questions.

“Y/N” Octavia came up beside you wrapping an arm around your waist. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing”

She laughed softly “you can’t lie to me Y/N and after everything we’ve been through together it’s almost insulting that you’d try”

You half way to telling her that you weren’t lying when you recognised she was right. She did deserve more than you lying to her about what was going on around camp.

“Alright, but not here. Come with me” taking Octavia’s hand you led her around the back of the dropship and out into the part of camp that hadn’t yet been fully enclosed. No one was around here as the past night it had rained hard and made it impossible to build on the ground here yet.

“This is the knife that killed Wells”

Octavia studied the blade you handed over staring at the edges confusion on her face. Until of course she turned it over and she saw exactly what you’d shown to Bellamy only hours before, then her face paled as she looked back up at you not wanting to believe it but unable to deny it.

Not counting the yellow warning label on the hilt there was one other indisputable fact to why the murderer was somewhere in camp.

Written in scratched letters on the hilt of the knife was a name. ‘John Murphy’

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